There is a clothing store up here, believe it's a mini chain, that sells clothes with this slogan written on them. Feel like I should buy some of their shirts.
Life is good.
Have this strange feeling of, what is it, completion? No, that's not it, maybe alignment? No, hell, my vocabulary needs polishing. What I'm trying to say is I'm singing in the car.
For those who live in a city this may not mean much. When you live in the city you rarely have any truly alone time like you can have driving down a country road in your car, with the latest Bonnie Raitt cd on your player and the windows closed (cause it's cold, dontcha know, this is Maine-even though it hasn't really been that cold lately). You can sing. Loud, soft, on key, out of tune, whatever makes you happy. But that's the thing, you can do whatever because you are happy and the doing of the thing is both the happiness and the expresssion of the happiness at the same time....
The house is far from done, the kitchen is getting there, it really is, but it's NOT done. There are still many, many boxes unpacked, or half packed, or open and being used from their position without a true home.
We can't find the hardware that puts the Ikea bookshelves together(!!!).
I have more clothes than I remember. Even after giving away half my wardrobe in NYC, no joke, I have clothes I don't know what to do with, maybe they should never get unpacked...
The yarn is partially unpacked, enough so I know I don't need to buy any for quite a while, thank you very much, small stash issue here.
The batterie de cuisine is mostly unpacked, unperishable food remains in boxes. New (old) circular dining room table (bought from former landlord) has already been called in to action for guests.
One whole room (Den) is still raw (unpainted, floor not finished, strewn with tools). We have a rug for it, sitting upstairs in my room...
Cookbooks are not unpacked, not to mention all the other books which are stacked in their boxes in the barn (ah, the barn).
I have a job baking where my hours are basically 9-3, during the day, with nice people, access to the outdoors (sunlight) and a wooden floor beneath my feet. And the best part? No one stresses like they did in NYC. Gotta go to yoga? Go to Yoga. Work is about a 20 minute drive away. My hourly wage is what it was in NYC.
When I get home I take a short nap and then make dinner in a wonderful kitchen which day by day I am growing to love more and more. The DCS stove is a marvel. Damn, that thing puts out heat. 15,000 btu's per burner. Have actually burned myself on a hot pan. Haven't burned myself at work in months (no jinx please) but have burned myself on my home range. The dishwasher (Bosch) actually cleans the dishes. The granite topped island is a thing to behold. And the electric oven? I love my electric oven! If I want to make banana cake while the chicken is roasting in the range, I fire up the electric oven and make banana cake. We have a washer and dryer in the house.
Oh yeah, we do seem to have a small hot water issue (sigh) that will require spending large numbers of dollars to replace the heater. Ugh. The second bathroom is still in the middle of it's demolition, but the tub, sink and toilet are on the premises, waiting for installation. Tile for kitchen backsplash is here waiting for installation.
I want a new computer, a G5? Is that the big Mac? And wireless, so I can set my computer up in my office (spare bedroom #1) and write from there.
I don't know what that word I am looking for is, it's on the tip of my tongue. Kismet? Confluence? Those things that I had been looking for seem to be found, the stars have lined up and I am bathed in their white light. Truly, at night we go outside and look up at the stars. I can identify the little dipper; Orion's belt; Pleiades; the seven sisters; the North star. No, life is not perfect, but right now it feels pretty damn close.
I'm singing in the the car.